There's nuffin loik a Spanish HarlotA nice big bouncy Spanish HarlotI know a special one, she's got a lovely bumShe only comes out when the moon is on the runAnd both her teeth are gleamingHer hair grows all down her back, none on her headSo soft and shiny it could do wiv a bit of cleaning

We sailed in the foggy airFreezing arse on a porthole paneSqueezed in me cabinThe last toim I did this it made me lameSo drunken and grog filledMy voice reaches out in a piercing cryGod help me I'm ill

The feeling has gone in my lower limbsBring the breath back to meThere's no breath left in meOh, Big Brenda

The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.

Im gonna write a little letter,Gonna mail it to the townhall todayIt concerns a sum of money That I want the council to pay. Cough up for Mayor Boris, if you want him back alive again.

Well he's gettin' pretty hot now, Down there in the bilge.Make sure the payment doesn't lingerOr we'll be cutting off his fingersAnd sending them all off to you.Cough up for Mayor Boris, or we'll feed him to the cats in the zoo.

There's a feeling I getWhen I've drunk all the bestAnd the spirits before I am leavingIn the kitchen I've seenBubbling stew oh so greenAnd the Fish Heads atop are all floatingOOOOOOHHHH and it makes me chunderOOOOOOHHHH and it makes me chunder

The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.